Little black man- "hey baby, you are gorgeous, what's your name?"
Me- not a peep. I am just flustered, trying to figure out what kind of pickles we want. I slowly start walking away. He is staring straight into my eyes.
Little black man- "hey, what's your name? You sure is pretty."
Me- "gosh, that's really sweet, thanks." I grab my pickles and start walking away. He is next to me.
Little black man- "what is your name? You are fine!"
At this point I am so uncomfortable, my face is burning red and I can't get away fast enough. He asks me my name once more and I say-
Me- "dude, that's sweet of you to say, but I am married with 4 kids."
And then he looked me up and down really slow and said "that's a shame, cause you are gorgeous."
WOW! I was so red and uncomfortable and flustered at that point that I couldn't even think straight. I am wondering if this man was playing with a full deck. He was short and resembled an African American Oompa Loompa. It was just so strange. I mean, was he crazy? I was not looking my best, to say the least... And, he was just so forward. I didn't feel threatened, just puzzled. I am still scratching my head...
P.S. for your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of me and how I looked while shopping today.
